‘ whatever, demon’s racist. i don’t respect this demon. ’ / adam and sam !
Shane Madej Sentence Staters || Not Accepting
-But you’re a demon!-Don’t be such a racist.
He’s catapulted, first and foremost, back to Ruby, who despite all her soliloquies about remembering what it was like to be human (emotional manipulation, and you fell for it, you fell for her, you remember how she tasted), she was also awfully vocal about being respectful of demons.
Which, yeah, fuck that.
- Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can’t even touch the joint.- Which I find racist, by the way.
She was petulant, indignant, in a way that made him want to pity her while simultaneously worship her. He had somehow started to see her as… something less sullied, less tortured and monstrous, and more misunderstood. Touched, maybe, like she had woken up from the crap Hell blinds the soul with; she had morality, personality, a name. She wasn’t ‘a demon.’ She was hunger and satiating, she was curves and his overbite, after losing Dean was like having all his teeth pulled.
He believed her.
The years after her betrayal, Sam operated in the same extremes as his brother; black and white. Good and bad. He let his vision grey, but little else had ambiguity. Demons = enemies. Demons lie, demons torment, and demons pretend to explore your body for wanderlust when it was actually for conquest.
Adam’s voice is deadly serious, but Sam picks up on a hint of amusement. It’s like the perfect meld of him and Dean, humor to mask hurt (his brother), defense of a ‘higher ground’ as pure conversational escapism; a way to run (leaving is what you do best.) He’s learned the nuances of Adam’s syntax and inflections from centuries of catching pieces of conversations between him and Michael. Jealously wishing he’d been the vessel of the Good Solider. Guilty that Adam was sacrificed without consent.
(You took his choice, and choice is all we have. It makes you ill and you tell Dean it’s the flu.)
He briefly wonders if Chuck realizes that the two Winchester sons who were lost in the Pit were the two with biblical names. Probably.Our Lord who Art in Heaven scrawled that seed with glee and self-adoration, and Sam smiled because attention is love.
Said racist demon is tied to a chair, and he doesn’t much think it cares about the respect of two Winchesters, but Sam appreciates Adam’s vibrato for what it is. He huffs a laugh, shrugging, “Fair enough. I always wondered if demons kept personality traits from when they were human. Think our friend over here,” He gestures with his chin toward the demon. “Was this…talkative before the big plunge?”